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This story does contain mature situations/themes, profane use of language and sexual thoughts and actions.
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[01]
Run
|Twilight|
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|Angel's POV|
Houston became smaller and smaller in my rear view as my heart rate finally decided to calm down enough for me to finally be able to catch my breath. I couldn't do it anymore. I just couldn't. That... that was too much even for me. That was the last straw for me. I don't care what problems my mother has but that's no excuse for her to treat me like a second class citizen. I was her child, not her servant, and most certainly not her emotional punching bag.
"Text message from daddy," my Bluetooth spoke.
I tapped the screen.
"Hey baby girl. Everything on my end is done. All you have to do is get here to Forks. Love you and drive safe," I smiled softly.
I may have not seen my dad in thirteen years but he was still the same old caring man I remembered. I just hate that mom kept me from seeing him. She kept me, or at least tried to keep me, from seeing a lot of people on dad's side.
Truth be told I was relieved that I finally fled Houston. As much as I love Texas, I did miss my dad dearly and this was the perfect opportunity to see him again. I was going to live with him while I finished out my senior year and then attend University of Washington in Seattle for college. No stress, no hassle. After living so long with constant stress and fear of another mood swing, I deserved to be happy for once.
Hell maybe this move would be good for my love life— but then again, with my horrible string of relationships, I doubt it. Love was never in the cards for me to begin with. How could it when I have a mom who is mental and my own set of issues?
"You have a message from mom," I scowled.
Did I want to hear my mom verbally abuse me? No, but should I see if she noticed my departure? Yes. I tapped the screen.
"Please come back home. I'm sorry for kicking you out and trying to cut you off. I had a really bad day at work after Allen and I got into a huge fight over money. I love you and I don't want to loose you," a bitter taste was left in my mouth after the Bluetooth read the message.
Love me? I'm sorry? She was incapable of loving anyone other than herself. The way she screwed over dad was enough proof of that concept. There was no way I'd go back to a situation as unstable as that. All my life I'd been dancing on the edge. It's time that I find stable ground and took a stand.
Staring at the open road in front of me I settled into driving. My truck and I had a long way to go from Texas to Washington state. Good thing I opened my own bank account and cards, god knows the one my mom made for me is about to be locked down.
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After about three or four days of travel I finally found myself crossing into the small inconsequential town of Forks, Washington. Damn this place was small. Like really small. This place looked to be under a near constant cover of clouds too. I couldn't see any signs of the sun once so ever. This was definitely something that will need to be adjusted to. Logging trucks passed me by as I crossed into Main Street. I could see a theater and a bunch of mom and pops shops. There was also the equivalent of an Academy back there called Newton's Olympic Outfitters. I followed the robotic GPS voice all the way to a small one story house. There were two cop cars parked at front and a black old truck.
Dad better have not gotten himself in to trouble. I parked parallel to the curb and jumped out of my Ford F-150. Her cherry red exterior made her stand out against the monochromatic colors of the other vehicles around her.
I approached the front door with caution and rang the doorbell after mustering up enough courage to do so. I could hear laughter and the sound of foot steps approaching the door. The door swung open to reveal a tall teenage boy with red skin and wide shoulders. He even had the long dark hair hinting at the fact that he was a Native American.
"Is this the residence of Jacob McDouglass?" I asked politely.
"Angel baby? Is that you?" Dad grinned seeing me.
He hadn't changed a bit minus the graying hair. Dad was still tall, broad shouldered and as muscular as the day he got out of the marines. He also had some smile lines. Dad embraced me and I hugged him right back.
"It's nice to see you daddy," I whispered and he finally let go.
"Guys this is my little girl, Angel. Angel these are my closest buddies, Charlie Swan, Billy Black and his son Jake," dad introduced me to everyone in the room.
Billy, the man in the wheel chair, looked a lot like his son only far older. The other man, Charlie, looked fairly ordinary with a head of dark brown hair and brown eyes. The only thing that stuck me as unusual was the fact that Charlie had such a pale complexion.
"It's nice to meet you Angel," Jake finally spoke.
His voice was slightly deeper than I had expected. I smiled politely and nodded.
"It's nice to meet all of you too. I'm sorry about my lack of conversation but I'm kind of tired, I drove almost four days to get here," I laughed nervously.
"No it's fine. We were about to go anyway. By the way Jacob I expect you over at my place tomorrow not only is there a mariners game, but I was hoping your daughter could help mine adjust here too," Charlie spoke smiling at me briefly.
"Hey more friends for me," I grinned causing everyone to chuckle.
"I'll show you and Bella around tomorrow," Jake winked pushing his dad out the door followed by Charlie.
Dad closed the door and turned to me.
"Do you have everything in your truck?" Dad asked.
"I do. I made sure to grab my folder out of mom's desk too, so I have all of my important papers and documents," I pulled it out of the satchel bag I had brought in with me.
"I'll make sure a copy of these makes it to Forks High," dad smiled.
"Now about my stuff..."
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The room dad had for me was beautifully furnished. I had a birch wood four post queen sized bed with matching night stands, a large dresser, a desk and two book shelves full of books. The room even had its own bathroom and reading nook. Dad helped me get all my stuff in the right places and eventually left me to settle. I opened the curtains and looked out the window. The rain trickled off the trees down to the mossy ground making it look like a scene out of one of those nature shows. It really was peaceful out here. I kind of understood why dad lived here now.
My phone started to ring and I automatically answered knowing who it was.
"Hey Audrey," I spoke softly.
"You left me!" She cried over-dramatically.
"I'm sorry but this was the only way I was going to get peace of mind,"
I frowned.
"You could have always moved in with me," Audrey whined.
"Yeah but then my mom would find me. No thank you. I left to get rid of my mom," I snorted.
"How is it in Washington?" Audrey asked finally calmed.
"Rainy," I deadpanned and Audrey giggled.
"Come on give me something here," Audrey grinned.
"Audrey there are no hot guys as of yet," I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what she was referring to.
"Oh come on Angel there has to be something. I refuse to have an old maid as a best friend!" Audrey pointed an accusing finger at me.
"Audrey when will you accept that love isn't an option for me?" I collapsed in my very comfortable bed.
"How about never?" She smiled and I just placed a pillow over my head and screamed.
When did she get so stubborn?!
"Hey hey no time for that. Show me your new room."
After about two hours of talking she had to go leaving me alone once more. It was about eight in the evening and honestly I wasn't hungry. I just wanted to go to sleep. I was tired from driving all on my own out here. I tossed my phone on the pillow next to me charging it and stared at the ceiling fan.
I smiled imaging the words "PRESS to START" appearing in front of me. This was kind of like a brand new game, all new players, all new levels, all new everything. I just hope that this game is much better than my last one. The last one was for lack there of a better term, completel and utter bull shit. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away, worry free.